Something so simple as a paper cut finally tips John over the edge of his self control, and into emotional turmoil.

When Sherlock takes a bullet for John, it forces the two to reveal their feelings for each other. Written for the johnlockchallenges gift exchange.

Sherlock is scared during a storm. Slightly fluffy Johnlock. Rated T cause it's the only rating I can remember.

The boys are confused when a three-year-old little boy shows up at their door, asking for help. And then Sherlock realizes... What will they do with the psychopathic version of their old nemesis? Set after the Fall, no slash.

The world works in mysterious ways, the heart in even stranger ways. A last resort is called and a bluff put into place. But this is hardly a civil match as both sides play dirty, and who ever wins this will win the world.

John has a bad day at work and Sherlock attempts to lift his spirits in surprisingly normal ways.

After the dust has settled, she does what she's always done - she cleans up other people's messes. Mrs. Hudson, Post-Reichenbach.

"Help. Such a strange word, when you say it people come to your aid, but why is it that when I shout it out, no one comes to save me?" Travel through every year of Sherlock's life to find out what made him, him. May contain disturbing features much later.

TŁUMACZENIE. Sherlock rozwiązuje zagadki, gubi się w sobie, powraca do świata, a John cały czas modli się, by detektyw nigdy nie znormalniał. Slash, Jonhlock

First fic. One-shot. Just a bit of nonsense.

It's not the beauty of the place that attracts him, nor the wildness, nor the solitude. It's the apathy. It's the fact that this place just doesn't care, and he can appreciate that. Because for someone who's hurtling toward the inevitable conclusion of nonbeing, he certainly goes out of his way to throw boredom a loop. Moriarty ponders. Oneshot.

Three years since Sherlock's death. Three years without the person who made John feel so alive. Now three years are up, and someone threatens to know the exact whereabouts of one Mr. Sherlock Holmes. This someone, who demands to be known as "Mr. Moran", sends John on a desperate chase to find his colleague. Deductions and doubt all lead John to his best friend. Eventually- S/J

"One good tug from Sherlock had John tumbling into the bath in a tangle of limbs and soggy clothing."

Case!Fic. Sherlock and John receive a letter asking them to come to Naples where there has been a series of murders and disappearances, each with the only clue being a single letter C C G G A A. What do the letters mean? Can be read alone or as a Sequel to 'Old Friends'.

John and Sherlock find four kittens on their way home from a case, they take them in. Established relationship. Written for johnlockchallenge giftexchange.

Johnlock: Sherlock studies John's scar.

Detective Inspector Lestrade comes to see Sherlock with a case. Things do not go as planned. Slash only if you squint really, really hard. Also, John's nosed his way in somehow.

What if it wasn't Sherlock who jumped off of St. Barts? What if it was John?

Sherlock wants John to take part in one of his experiments, one in which the blogger is forced to say no to.

When Sherlock and John are asked by Mycroft to investigate a series of apparent vampire killings in Prague, it quickly becomes clear that all is not as it seems.

Sherlock is seriously injured during a case. John is there to support him as he struggles to cope with the changes this injury causes to his life. Despite set-backs, this newfound level of intimacy gradually draws them even closer together, bringing their already close relationship to the next level.

Algo que se me ocurrió mientras escuchaba uno de los solos de violín que más me gusta de una obra de Rimsky Korsakov.

"He understands, however, that the ropes alone are not the art. He himself is part of the exhibit, just another medium for Jim to bend and mold in his capable hands." Pairing: Jim Moriarty/Sebastian Moran Warnings: Bondage, Daddy Kink, Crossdressing, Whipping, Mentions of Non-Con

MorMor drabbles and oneshots. Includes angst, smut, fluff, all the good stuff.

Una cosa que se me ocurrió. Ajustado a mi común estilo psicológico, con ribetes de dramatismo... pero comestible... nada que las haga llorar o eso espero xD